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    Friday, December 30, 2005

    Random Stuff...

    So we listen to Christmas music when we set our tree up. What are we supposed to listen to when taking it down? Anti-Christmas music (Black Sabbath or something)? Christmas music played backwards? I couldn't decide, so I tried the radio but the station I like was all static-y. So I ended up with the Beatles Yellow Submarine. Hey, it was raining, after all.

    I was looking in our local paper, and noticed the YMCA is offering synchronized swimming lessons. Yep, synchronized swimming. I don't want to take the class, but boy, would it be fun to watch.

    One packet of oatmeal is not a very filling breakfast.

    The people in my neighborhood are weird. I know you think your neighbors are weird, but trust me, mine take the cake. Last night we kept hearing car doors opening & closing, so we figured it was another party at the teenager's house. It went on for a good ten or fifteen minutes, so finally I got up & looked out. Nope, no party. The guy across the street was cleaning out his car. At 9:45pm. In the dark. In heavy fog.

    If you've read my previous posts, you'll remember the guy across the street. If I knew how to do links, those who haven't read my previous posts would know about him, too. Would somebody please show me how to do links?

    Speaking of the word "weird", when I was a kid my mother had two good friends, who used to joke about themselves as weird, weirder & weirdest. One of them decided to have T-shirts made up, but spelling wasn't her strong point. So when when I got old enough to wear my mother's clothes, one of the shirts I had to choose from said "WIERDER" across the chest. I got alot of funny looks.

    Yes, I did do spell-check before I posted this to make sure I spelled "weird" correctly.

    Spell-check wanted to replace "weirdest" with "heartiest." I find that weird.


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